And they never said what they meant. Women. Whatever. Red suburban housewife grocery-mobile it was. He strolled over and tried the door. Open, no alarm. That saved him a lot of trouble. And the panel didn't require a screwdriver he didn't have. That saved a hell of a lot more.
"It's simple. Pop this panel off here." He pointed to Juri, since she looked less invested in the whole car plan. "You can make sure we don't end up as zombie kibble while I figure out what the color scheme is under here." Somewhere along the line, car wiring harness design had sacrificed clarity for a false veneer of security. Went with the wood trim. The ability to slow down potential thieves for thirty seconds or so had trumped the simplicity of red=hot, and so on. Either that or the designer was colorblind.
S.T. yanked a handful of wires free and stared at them. No wire cutter. Eh, a mouthful of lead solder wasn't going to kill him today. He stripped the wires with his teeth, holding them carefully clear of each other when he got to the ones he thought were live.
"When you turn the key, it completes a circuit. All we're doing is skipping the middleman." He connected two wires. Nothing. "Like this." The second pair was the auxiliary power -- the dash lit up and the windshield wipers came on, plastic squeaking over safety glass. Then another two, and the engine drowned out the noise with a dull roar.
"That's all there is. Keep those two pairs of wires together and you're in business." He twisted the insulated sections together, and dropped both pairs. The ends fell apart, and the car went quiet. "Find something to hold those together. And don't touch the wires with bare hands." The latter should go without saying, but not everyone could be Sangamon Taylor. Or even versed in basic electrical theory.
"Now, are you sure you two'll be okay on your own?" He looked back to where Spider was dicking around with something on the car. They could take two more -- two guys, two gals, a couple of cars and quiet small-town streets. It had all of the trappings of an entirely different movie genre. Well, and Spider. Self-described acute victim chronic sex deprivation. On second thought, the zombies would only eat his brains. These two would quite possibly kick him in the nuts just on general principle alone since he had shown up with Spider.
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"It's simple. Pop this panel off here." He pointed to Juri, since she looked less invested in the whole car plan. "You can make sure we don't end up as zombie kibble while I figure out what the color scheme is under here." Somewhere along the line, car wiring harness design had sacrificed clarity for a false veneer of security. Went with the wood trim. The ability to slow down potential thieves for thirty seconds or so had trumped the simplicity of red=hot, and so on. Either that or the designer was colorblind.
S.T. yanked a handful of wires free and stared at them. No wire cutter. Eh, a mouthful of lead solder wasn't going to kill him today. He stripped the wires with his teeth, holding them carefully clear of each other when he got to the ones he thought were live.
"When you turn the key, it completes a circuit. All we're doing is skipping the middleman." He connected two wires. Nothing. "Like this." The second pair was the auxiliary power -- the dash lit up and the windshield wipers came on, plastic squeaking over safety glass. Then another two, and the engine drowned out the noise with a dull roar.
"That's all there is. Keep those two pairs of wires together and you're in business." He twisted the insulated sections together, and dropped both pairs. The ends fell apart, and the car went quiet. "Find something to hold those together. And don't touch the wires with bare hands." The latter should go without saying, but not everyone could be Sangamon Taylor. Or even versed in basic electrical theory.
"Now, are you sure you two'll be okay on your own?" He looked back to where Spider was dicking around with something on the car. They could take two more -- two guys, two gals, a couple of cars and quiet small-town streets. It had all of the trappings of an entirely different movie genre. Well, and Spider. Self-described acute victim chronic sex deprivation. On second thought, the zombies would only eat his brains. These two would quite possibly kick him in the nuts just on general principle alone since he had shown up with Spider.
[heading back to here after being turned down]